[Memory Broadcast]

[unevoked]

[The radio clicks on, beginning to broadcast a young boy speaking. His voice his hgh-pitched, clearly prepubescent, but it's impossible to miss the sheer emotion in his tone: There's a lot of anger there.]

--That was the day my mom died here. They called it an accident.... but it wasn't. I saw the whole thing... [The boy suddenly seems to have a

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[feathered_earth]

Castor...?

[unevoked]

...Yeah?

[feathered_earth]

[there's a pause.]

No--I'm sorry. I shouldn't have listened.

[unevoked]

It happens. Ain't like you were trying to listen in.

[feathered_earth]

...I hope you find out what it means sometime.

[unevoked]

[A short, bitter laugh, though it quickly dies as he murmurs:] Almost rather I didn't.